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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.