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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.