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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.