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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.