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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.