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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.