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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.