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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.