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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.