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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.