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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.