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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.