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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.