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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.