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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
cv313,
New Order,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Brick,
the Association,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Oneida,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.