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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
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.