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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.