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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Technova,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.