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 India and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.