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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Inner City,
Smog,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.