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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.