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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.