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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.