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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lakeside 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.