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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.