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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.