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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.