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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.