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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Slave,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.