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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.