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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.