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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Magma,
The Cramps,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.