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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.