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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Television,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.