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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.