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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.