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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Cluster 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.