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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.