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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.