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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.