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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.