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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.