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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.