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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.