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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.