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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.