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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.