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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Sister Nancy 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.