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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.