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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.