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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.