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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.