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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.