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 New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Can,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.