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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.