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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.