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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.