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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.