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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.