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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.