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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.