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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.