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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Can,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.