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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.