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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.