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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.