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 Jordan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.