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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.