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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.