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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Can,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.