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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Television,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.