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 France and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.