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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.