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 Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.