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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.