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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.