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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.