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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Television,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.