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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Television,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.