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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.