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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.