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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Flipper,
X-102,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.