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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.