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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.