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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.