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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.