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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.