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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Nas,
New Order,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.