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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.