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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.