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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
PIL,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.