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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.