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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.