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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.