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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.