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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.