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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Skriet,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.