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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.