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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.