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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.