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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.