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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.