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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Human League,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.