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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.