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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
MDC,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.