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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.