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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Make Up,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.