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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.