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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.