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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.