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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.