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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.