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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.