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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.