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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.