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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
UT,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.