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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.