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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.