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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.