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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.