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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
ABC,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.