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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.