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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.