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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.