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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.