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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.