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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.