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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.