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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Mars,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.