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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.