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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.