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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Index,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.