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 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
DNA,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.