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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.