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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.