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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.