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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.