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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.