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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.