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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Unwound,
10cc,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.