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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.