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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.