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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.