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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.