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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.