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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.