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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.