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 Germany 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 Taipei and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.