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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.