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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.