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 United States and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.