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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Can,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.