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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.