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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.