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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.