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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.