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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Victims to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.