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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.