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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.