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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Lyres,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.