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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.