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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.