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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.