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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.