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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Magma,
The Fall,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.