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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.