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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.