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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.