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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
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.