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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.