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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Can,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.