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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
CMW,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.