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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.