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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.