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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.