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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.