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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.