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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Technova,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.