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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.