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 Malta 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.