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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.