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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.