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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.