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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.