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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.