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 India 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.