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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.