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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Oneida,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.