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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Symarip,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.