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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.