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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.