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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.