Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.