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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.