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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Television,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.