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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.