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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.