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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.