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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.