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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.