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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.