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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.