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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.