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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.