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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.