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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Gories,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.