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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.