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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.