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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.