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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.