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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.