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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.