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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.