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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.