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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Clear Light 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.