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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.