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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.