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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.