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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Gong,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.