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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Shoche,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Index,
The Martian,
Swans,
Zapp,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.