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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Monks,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.