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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
MC5,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.