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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.