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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.