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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.