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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.