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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.