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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.