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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.