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 Australia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.