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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.