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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.