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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.