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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
cv313,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.