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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.