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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.