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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Jandek,
10cc,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.