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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.