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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Skriet,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.