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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.