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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Index,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.