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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Mars,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.