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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.