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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.