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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.