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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.