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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.