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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.