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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.