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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.