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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.