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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.