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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.