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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.