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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.