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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson 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 crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.