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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.