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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.