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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.