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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Roxette,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.