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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.