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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.