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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.