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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.