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 Australia and from New York.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Brick,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.