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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.