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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.