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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.