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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.