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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.