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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Fear,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.