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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.