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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the disco 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.