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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.