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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.