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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.