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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.