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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.