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 France and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.