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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.