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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.