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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.