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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.