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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.