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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.