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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.