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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.