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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.