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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.