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 China and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Ronan,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Index,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.