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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.