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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.