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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.