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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.