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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.