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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.