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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.