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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.