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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.