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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 snare 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.