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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.