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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.