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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.