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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
cv313,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.