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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.