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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.