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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Association to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.