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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.