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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.