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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.