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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.