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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.