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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.