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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Nas,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.