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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.