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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.