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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.