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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Fear,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.