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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.