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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.