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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.