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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.