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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Nico,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.