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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.