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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.