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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.