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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
New Order,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.