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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
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.