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 Togo 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.