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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.