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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
UT,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.