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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Visage,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Organ,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.