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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.