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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.