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 Bahamas 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.