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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.