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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.