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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.