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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.