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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.