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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.