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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.