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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.