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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.