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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Normal 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.