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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Rakim,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.