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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
The Names,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.