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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.