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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.