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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.