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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.