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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Slave,
Fear,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.