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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.