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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.