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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.