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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.