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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.