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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
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.