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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Deakin,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.