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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.