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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Josef K,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.