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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.