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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.