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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.