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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.