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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.