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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.