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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Index,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.