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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.