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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.