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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.