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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.