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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.