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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
MC5,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.