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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.