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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.