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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.