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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.