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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.