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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.