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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.