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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Magma,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.