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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.