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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.