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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
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.