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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.