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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Technova,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.