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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.