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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Television,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.