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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.