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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.