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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.