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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.