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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.