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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.