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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.