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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Magma,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.