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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.