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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.