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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.