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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.