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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.