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 Georgia and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.