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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Crime,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.