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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.