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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.