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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Whodini,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.