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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.