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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.