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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.