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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.