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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Television,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.