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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
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 Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.