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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.