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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.