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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.