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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.