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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.