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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.