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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.