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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.