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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.