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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Invisible to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.