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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.