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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.