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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 One Last Wish 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.