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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Television,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Visage,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.