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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.