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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Hood 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.