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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 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 Little Man to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
the Normal,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.