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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.