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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.