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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.