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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.