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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.