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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.