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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.