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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.