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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.