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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.