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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.