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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.