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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.