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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Scion,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.