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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.