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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Franke,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.