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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
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Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.