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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.