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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.