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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.