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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.