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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.