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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.