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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.