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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Busters,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.