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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.