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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.