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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Nico,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.