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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.