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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Television,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Ludus,
AZ,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.