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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.