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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.