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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.