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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.