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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.