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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.