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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.