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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.