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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.