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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.