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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.