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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.