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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.