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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.