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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Roxette,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.