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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.