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 India and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.