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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Franke,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.