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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.