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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.