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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.