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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Index,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.