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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.