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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.