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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.