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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.