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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Television,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.