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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.