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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.