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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Hashim,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.