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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.