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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.