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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.