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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.