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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.