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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.