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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.