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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.