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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.