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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.