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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.