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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.