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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.