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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.