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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Index,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.