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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.