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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
UT,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Swans,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.