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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Magazine,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.