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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
10cc,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.