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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.