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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.