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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.